What i saw was not very encouraging. The room was full of dust. It was a small room. There was a bed with a most dirty looking matteress on it. A table cum book rack was stacked in one of the corner. A chair made of cane was also lying there, covered up completely in dust. From the entrance I could see a door on the other end of the room and two windows. I was wondering if they would open or not, such was their condition. Just on the right side of the entering door, there was cupboard made of brick and wooden door. And furthur right to the cupboard was a small window which was inaccessible from all angles. God knows why was it designed in such a strange way !!
The room was painted yellow. The cupboard was also painted yellow. I have always liked yellow colour for the rooms. It gives a kind of glow to the room and the light appears brighter. Anyways, I pulled the luggage inside the room. And both myself and papa entered the room. Once again my interactions on yahoo group came to my rescue. I knew there were maids to take care of hostels. I went out to find out if any maids could be seen. Luckily I saw a maid on the other wing of the first floor. I asked her "Didi, ye mera room bhi clean kar dengi aap?". She replied, in what was her characteristic style "Ji Bhaiyaji". I told her my room number was 514. She came after 5 minutes. First she cleaned the room with a jhadu and later mopped it with a dirty looking rag. She also cleaned the table and the rack cum desk. I tipped her with Rs. 20 and entered the room once again with papa. There was loads to do, literally. I had to arrange all my luggage in room. I had to get so many things of daily use. And we had to eat something too! We were hungry.
I must confess that papa is really an expert at setting up things. Quickly papa set at cleaning the room once again while I set off to get items of common use from the commercial plaza. The commericial plaza was IIML's CP, our shopping centre. There were 2 shops at Commercial Plaza. One was a Kendriya Bhandar and another Sonu Singh, a sardar's shop who was ek number ka chor, again something I had learnt courtesy yahoo group. Apart from these two shops there was a canteen a.k.a. Faujji ka Dhaba and a Nescafe Coffee Shop. Anyways, I wanted to buy things from Kendriya Bhandar due to obvious reasons. There were many other people also who were buying their daily usage articles. However, as happens most of the time Kendriya Bhandar did not have most of the stuff. Anyways I bought whatever they had viz. a bucket, a mug, washing powder, brown sheets etc. and came back. I thought it would be better to keep this stuff in room rather than carry it to the Sonu Singh's shop.
As soon as I had kept the same stuff in my room, someone knocked. As I opened the door, I saw the person who made my life in hell, a heaven. He was slightly taller than me, well built, fair complexion and with few hair on his head. He introduced himself. Little did we know at that time that this person would be the most beautiful and essential part of the golden years of my life. He was Manish Peter.
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Friday, February 22, 2008
Memories from the golden years of my life (3)
So finally, I had entered The Indian Institute of management, Lucknow. We asked the guard at the entrance, the way to student affairs office where I was supposed to report. He directed us to take a left turn and go straight till we see a sign board and then take a left turn. As went ahead, the way was a scenic beauty in itself. It was surrounded by bougainvilla trees on both sides and looked majestic in a mix of pink, purple and green colours. Little did I know at that time, this would be the way for many of those cherished walks with one of my dearest friends ....
We also passed Chanakya and Patanjali on the way - the guest houses. While Patanjali made a great first impression, Chanakya looked like its poorer cousin. Since no board turned up to guide us, we took the first left turn that was available and the auto halted in front of hostel 5. We asked the guard posted in front of hostel for student affairs office and he replied that we ought to take the next left turn. Strange are the ways of life ... the auto had automatically bought me to the hostel ... which was going to be my home for the next 21 months :-)
Well the auto took a recourse and we moved back to the main road and took the next left turn. We stopped the auto in front of hostel 1. I already knew that this was the girls hostel from my interactions on yahoo group and at the freshers meet. In front of it was the mess. The mess was simply huge. A great hall with a dome in the center. We unloaded the luggage from the auto and sent him off after paying him. I went to enquire about the student affairs office which was in hostel 1. The concerned person (Mr. Saxena) had not turned in yet and we were told to wait. So, we sat down on the stairs of the hostel 1. At this moment, I would like to point out that this has a special significance for me for I started my journey at L with this and ended with this too. More on this in later blogs ....
Forgot to mention. We had been asked by the seniors to come up dressed in formal wear including a tie as otherwise Mr. Saxena would be very angry! Though i had a feeling that this was just a part of pulling our leg, I was not really sure. Nonetheless I had changed into a formal shirt and trouser in train itself though did not wear a tie. I had just kept it handy in case required. And as I had presumed, this was just a part of prank the seniors played on us :-)
The guard in front of the mess asked us to have breakfast in the mess. But I did not actually felt like having anything and so we just dropped the idea. I also met a couple of people. Aman Gupta, who introduced himself from IIT Delhi, Tarun Maheshwari who was from Agra, Shaktie Prakash and his friend Tarun. I also saw Prerna Kapoor going out from the hostel towards the mess and coming back in some time. Of course much had already been spoken about her. More on this later ....
Finally, Mr. Saxena arrived. He asked each one of us to submit to him the letter confirming our admission and instructed us to take out a chit from a large glass box that was kept on his table. Tarun drew the chit out and he was alloted hostel 3. While waiting for Mr. Saxena, we had introduced ourselves to each other. I too drew out the chit. It read 514. I was not very happy as I had been informed (again through yahoo group on which i had spammed incessantly) that hostels 1-8 were old and were called slums and hostels 9-12 were new and were called the city. This meant that I was going to live in the slums. I tried asking Mr. Saxena if this could be changed. Bad as already I am at such things, I didn't have high expectations from him either.
Anyways, informed this to papa and we moved towards hostel 5. Finally we reached there. The room was on first floor. There were 10 rooms on each floor and two bathrooms. Most of the rooms looked unocuppied. The rooms were not locked. I pushed the door open for 514. Some of the golden memories of my life were going to be formed here ....
We also passed Chanakya and Patanjali on the way - the guest houses. While Patanjali made a great first impression, Chanakya looked like its poorer cousin. Since no board turned up to guide us, we took the first left turn that was available and the auto halted in front of hostel 5. We asked the guard posted in front of hostel for student affairs office and he replied that we ought to take the next left turn. Strange are the ways of life ... the auto had automatically bought me to the hostel ... which was going to be my home for the next 21 months :-)
Well the auto took a recourse and we moved back to the main road and took the next left turn. We stopped the auto in front of hostel 1. I already knew that this was the girls hostel from my interactions on yahoo group and at the freshers meet. In front of it was the mess. The mess was simply huge. A great hall with a dome in the center. We unloaded the luggage from the auto and sent him off after paying him. I went to enquire about the student affairs office which was in hostel 1. The concerned person (Mr. Saxena) had not turned in yet and we were told to wait. So, we sat down on the stairs of the hostel 1. At this moment, I would like to point out that this has a special significance for me for I started my journey at L with this and ended with this too. More on this in later blogs ....
Forgot to mention. We had been asked by the seniors to come up dressed in formal wear including a tie as otherwise Mr. Saxena would be very angry! Though i had a feeling that this was just a part of pulling our leg, I was not really sure. Nonetheless I had changed into a formal shirt and trouser in train itself though did not wear a tie. I had just kept it handy in case required. And as I had presumed, this was just a part of prank the seniors played on us :-)
The guard in front of the mess asked us to have breakfast in the mess. But I did not actually felt like having anything and so we just dropped the idea. I also met a couple of people. Aman Gupta, who introduced himself from IIT Delhi, Tarun Maheshwari who was from Agra, Shaktie Prakash and his friend Tarun. I also saw Prerna Kapoor going out from the hostel towards the mess and coming back in some time. Of course much had already been spoken about her. More on this later ....
Finally, Mr. Saxena arrived. He asked each one of us to submit to him the letter confirming our admission and instructed us to take out a chit from a large glass box that was kept on his table. Tarun drew the chit out and he was alloted hostel 3. While waiting for Mr. Saxena, we had introduced ourselves to each other. I too drew out the chit. It read 514. I was not very happy as I had been informed (again through yahoo group on which i had spammed incessantly) that hostels 1-8 were old and were called slums and hostels 9-12 were new and were called the city. This meant that I was going to live in the slums. I tried asking Mr. Saxena if this could be changed. Bad as already I am at such things, I didn't have high expectations from him either.
Anyways, informed this to papa and we moved towards hostel 5. Finally we reached there. The room was on first floor. There were 10 rooms on each floor and two bathrooms. Most of the rooms looked unocuppied. The rooms were not locked. I pushed the door open for 514. Some of the golden memories of my life were going to be formed here ....
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Jodha Akbar Rocks ...
February 16th, 2008
I went today to watch Jodha Akbar with Yuvraj and Shounak. I do enjoy a lot when all three of us are together. We are really a gang. :-)
Anyways .... coming to the point Jodha Akbar is a great movie. Superb acting by all the lead actors (Hrithik and Aishwarya) and by all the supporting cast also. The only glitch was the length of the film. It was indeed a bit too long .. and i hate this concept of two intervals which these hall walas have come up with recently. Really halts the flow of the movie.
Some of the scenes which stand out in my mind :-
1. When Aishwarya lays down her two conditions in front of Hrithik. The impact created was wonderful
2. Ash sees Hrithik practicing sword ...
3. The misunderstanding between Hrithik and Aishwarya ... just before the interval .... the sheer way in which Ash is able to stand upto Hrithik makes it an awesome one
4. The intimacy between Hrithik and Aishwarya in the song " In lamhon ke daaman mein ... "
5. The best was the sword fight between Jodha and Akbar ... I fell in love with Ash for the second time ...
More than anthying else .. it was the song .. Khwaja Mere Khwaja .. that took my heart away ... This was the most beautiful song I have ever seen ...
Also both Hrithik's and Ash's costume deserve a special mention .... Ash as always looked ethereal .. koodos to the cinematographer for capturing her like never before ... Imagine .. in a historical she was looking sexy ! .. Neeta Lulla takes away all my appreciations for this :-) ... Hrithik's dresses were also awesome ... I found myself wishing having those kind of sherwanis .. and I have decided I will have one of these sorts whenever I get married :-)
Aishwarya and Hrithik really form the best pair in bollywood ... they must do at least a few more movies together .. basically both of them have such star power about them ........ that they are able to hold their own forte in front of each other .. strange thought .. but i mentioned to Dhiraj ... that Hrithik and Aishwarya should have been a couple in real life too ... :-)
Aishwarya .. once again you took my heart away .. as always .. you are still the best ... no Kareena's and Rani's of the world can ever match your aura .. your beauty .. and yes .. your acting ... God bless you.
I went today to watch Jodha Akbar with Yuvraj and Shounak. I do enjoy a lot when all three of us are together. We are really a gang. :-)
Anyways .... coming to the point Jodha Akbar is a great movie. Superb acting by all the lead actors (Hrithik and Aishwarya) and by all the supporting cast also. The only glitch was the length of the film. It was indeed a bit too long .. and i hate this concept of two intervals which these hall walas have come up with recently. Really halts the flow of the movie.
Some of the scenes which stand out in my mind :-
1. When Aishwarya lays down her two conditions in front of Hrithik. The impact created was wonderful
2. Ash sees Hrithik practicing sword ...
3. The misunderstanding between Hrithik and Aishwarya ... just before the interval .... the sheer way in which Ash is able to stand upto Hrithik makes it an awesome one
4. The intimacy between Hrithik and Aishwarya in the song " In lamhon ke daaman mein ... "
5. The best was the sword fight between Jodha and Akbar ... I fell in love with Ash for the second time ...
More than anthying else .. it was the song .. Khwaja Mere Khwaja .. that took my heart away ... This was the most beautiful song I have ever seen ...
Also both Hrithik's and Ash's costume deserve a special mention .... Ash as always looked ethereal .. koodos to the cinematographer for capturing her like never before ... Imagine .. in a historical she was looking sexy ! .. Neeta Lulla takes away all my appreciations for this :-) ... Hrithik's dresses were also awesome ... I found myself wishing having those kind of sherwanis .. and I have decided I will have one of these sorts whenever I get married :-)
Aishwarya and Hrithik really form the best pair in bollywood ... they must do at least a few more movies together .. basically both of them have such star power about them ........ that they are able to hold their own forte in front of each other .. strange thought .. but i mentioned to Dhiraj ... that Hrithik and Aishwarya should have been a couple in real life too ... :-)
Aishwarya .. once again you took my heart away .. as always .. you are still the best ... no Kareena's and Rani's of the world can ever match your aura .. your beauty .. and yes .. your acting ... God bless you.
Friday, January 18, 2008
Memories from the golden years of my life (2)
Caution : You may find some of the things below as absurd ... but I have not cooked them up. All of these are real emotions that I went through.
We slept early in the train. Since it was summers, so we had taken a normal sleeper class ticket. It was raining. Now this rain has a great significance for me. When it was the first day of term 5 in engineering, it rained that day. Papa always used to accompany me till the bus stop when I was in engineering. That day I was cribbing to papa that it did not rain while I was at home but started raining the very first day of a new term. At that time papa mentioned, "Aise occasions par baarish bhagwaan ka aashirwaad hoti hai". And I topped for the first time in DCE in term 5.
In 2003, my didi (bua) passed away. When we were taking her away to the cremation ground, on our way we took her to Sindhu Samaj, the temple where she had served all her life, it rained the moment we placed her on the temple steps. Later in a conversation which mummy had with Raju didi (one of our relatives), I came to know that its like heavens are showering flowers on you when it rains.
You might be wondering what am I talking about. But the point to be noted here is IT RAINED, the day i left my home to find a new home. May be these were God's blessings in disguise. May be this was an indication from the God that these two years would make me what I am today and what I will be tomorrow. May be I had taken a right decision after all ....
We reached Lucknow Station. Lucknow Mail always arrives and leaves Lucknow at platform no. 1. It is a VIP train for Lucknow though may not be for Delhi. We got into an auto rickshaw. Already from my conversations with seniors on yahoo group (on which I had spammed so much), I knew that there was a prepaid counter and they charged Rs. 135 for an auto and Rs. 200 for a taxi. The auto travelled fast and within 25 minutes we had left the city. Within next 5-7 minutes, we entered 3.4. Now this is a road from where IIM L is 3.4 kms away. There is also a music band by the same name in HelL. On our way towards IIM L, there were (in fact are) many a boards containing preachings. One of them that was close to the institute was
"Learn to become a man of character, and not a man of success"
Finally we reached MY HOME for two years and a beautiful memory for life. The entry gate made of grey stone was magnificent and there was IIML printed by purple flowers on green grass at the entrance. As we entered the hallowed gates of L, I said a prayer in my heart. "Yahi hai meri karambhoomi" and touched the ground in my heart. I had entered INDIAN INSTITUTE OF MANAGEMENT, LUCKNOW.
We slept early in the train. Since it was summers, so we had taken a normal sleeper class ticket. It was raining. Now this rain has a great significance for me. When it was the first day of term 5 in engineering, it rained that day. Papa always used to accompany me till the bus stop when I was in engineering. That day I was cribbing to papa that it did not rain while I was at home but started raining the very first day of a new term. At that time papa mentioned, "Aise occasions par baarish bhagwaan ka aashirwaad hoti hai". And I topped for the first time in DCE in term 5.
In 2003, my didi (bua) passed away. When we were taking her away to the cremation ground, on our way we took her to Sindhu Samaj, the temple where she had served all her life, it rained the moment we placed her on the temple steps. Later in a conversation which mummy had with Raju didi (one of our relatives), I came to know that its like heavens are showering flowers on you when it rains.
You might be wondering what am I talking about. But the point to be noted here is IT RAINED, the day i left my home to find a new home. May be these were God's blessings in disguise. May be this was an indication from the God that these two years would make me what I am today and what I will be tomorrow. May be I had taken a right decision after all ....
We reached Lucknow Station. Lucknow Mail always arrives and leaves Lucknow at platform no. 1. It is a VIP train for Lucknow though may not be for Delhi. We got into an auto rickshaw. Already from my conversations with seniors on yahoo group (on which I had spammed so much), I knew that there was a prepaid counter and they charged Rs. 135 for an auto and Rs. 200 for a taxi. The auto travelled fast and within 25 minutes we had left the city. Within next 5-7 minutes, we entered 3.4. Now this is a road from where IIM L is 3.4 kms away. There is also a music band by the same name in HelL. On our way towards IIM L, there were (in fact are) many a boards containing preachings. One of them that was close to the institute was
"Learn to become a man of character, and not a man of success"
Finally we reached MY HOME for two years and a beautiful memory for life. The entry gate made of grey stone was magnificent and there was IIML printed by purple flowers on green grass at the entrance. As we entered the hallowed gates of L, I said a prayer in my heart. "Yahi hai meri karambhoomi" and touched the ground in my heart. I had entered INDIAN INSTITUTE OF MANAGEMENT, LUCKNOW.
Friday, December 28, 2007
The year that went by .... (2007)
Ok ... I can go on writing and filling pages in this blog. I can write about how this year was for me personally. I can write about what all went right and what all got screwed professionally.
I can write about the big events that took place in this year and I can of course fill pages writing about my favourite timepass viz. watching movies which is what I am going to do. The opinions presented here are not claimed to be mass opinions. Rather, they are my personal feelings, my personal lies and dislikes. So if anyone does not agree, you may be very right, still I dont care a damn!
3 movies that I loved this year
1. Jab We Met - Yes Manish, I know you will be grinning from ear to ear, but I do recognize that I had a great time watching this movie with you. Some great acting from Kareena and Shahid with a beautiful love story.
2. Saawariya - No one can beat SLB when it comes to movies, especially for me. Lovely picture that I enjoyed with my two best friends - Shounak and Manish. I will remember this movie for the scene when Sonam runs when the clock strikes twelve.
3. Guru - The last movie perhaps that I enjoyed thoroughly in hostel with Manish (although I am not sure he saw the movie till the end :-)). "Tere Bina ..." has become a personal favourite while "Mayya Mayya ...." takes me to another world.
3 movies that I hated this year
1. 1971 - I will continue cursing Pranshu till the day I die for taking me for this movie. I hated her and I hated myself for seeing that movie. I am sure Manish will agree though Himanshu will definitely have opposite opinion.
2. Khoya Khoya Chand - Maybe its the recency effect and the movie wasnt that bad but definitely not at all upto mark. The songs still made for the ultra crap direction.
3. Om Shanti Om - All hype about a piece of crap is all that I can spare for this piece of crap.
Top 3 Actors this year
1. Ranbir Kapoor for Saawariya - I found myself in his longing
2. Abhishek Bachan for Guru - His greed for success matched my ambition for the gold medal
3. Shahid Kapoor for Jab We Met - In his loss was contained his ultimate gain. I hope the same holds for me
Top 3 Actresses this year
1. Aishwarya Rai for Guru - Yes, I am partial to her and will remain so till the day I die
2. Kareena Kapoor for Jab We Met - She was lovely. Mom tells me to get someone like her from Bhatinda (Unfortunately wahaan bhi le jaayegi ye job :-( )
3. Tabu - She was damn good in Namesake and Cheeni Kum
So this was the bolly summary of 2007, the year that went by .. Hope 2008 brings with itself many more joys and many more movies, hopefully good ones :-)
I can write about the big events that took place in this year and I can of course fill pages writing about my favourite timepass viz. watching movies which is what I am going to do. The opinions presented here are not claimed to be mass opinions. Rather, they are my personal feelings, my personal lies and dislikes. So if anyone does not agree, you may be very right, still I dont care a damn!
3 movies that I loved this year
1. Jab We Met - Yes Manish, I know you will be grinning from ear to ear, but I do recognize that I had a great time watching this movie with you. Some great acting from Kareena and Shahid with a beautiful love story.
2. Saawariya - No one can beat SLB when it comes to movies, especially for me. Lovely picture that I enjoyed with my two best friends - Shounak and Manish. I will remember this movie for the scene when Sonam runs when the clock strikes twelve.
3. Guru - The last movie perhaps that I enjoyed thoroughly in hostel with Manish (although I am not sure he saw the movie till the end :-)). "Tere Bina ..." has become a personal favourite while "Mayya Mayya ...." takes me to another world.
3 movies that I hated this year
1. 1971 - I will continue cursing Pranshu till the day I die for taking me for this movie. I hated her and I hated myself for seeing that movie. I am sure Manish will agree though Himanshu will definitely have opposite opinion.
2. Khoya Khoya Chand - Maybe its the recency effect and the movie wasnt that bad but definitely not at all upto mark. The songs still made for the ultra crap direction.
3. Om Shanti Om - All hype about a piece of crap is all that I can spare for this piece of crap.
Top 3 Actors this year
1. Ranbir Kapoor for Saawariya - I found myself in his longing
2. Abhishek Bachan for Guru - His greed for success matched my ambition for the gold medal
3. Shahid Kapoor for Jab We Met - In his loss was contained his ultimate gain. I hope the same holds for me
Top 3 Actresses this year
1. Aishwarya Rai for Guru - Yes, I am partial to her and will remain so till the day I die
2. Kareena Kapoor for Jab We Met - She was lovely. Mom tells me to get someone like her from Bhatinda (Unfortunately wahaan bhi le jaayegi ye job :-( )
3. Tabu - She was damn good in Namesake and Cheeni Kum
So this was the bolly summary of 2007, the year that went by .. Hope 2008 brings with itself many more joys and many more movies, hopefully good ones :-)
Friday, December 14, 2007
Memories from the Golden years of my life (1)
Around 27th or 28th June, 2005
I was feeling cold. Not because of the weather. The weather was absolutely fine as far as feeling cold was concerned. It was mid June!! I was cold with the anxiety of what was to come. I was leaving for IIM Lucknow in about three hours. Away from home. For the first time.
It was difficult. Believe me it was very very difficult. I was like a grown up child. From getting a letter couriered to filling up my CAT forms I needed papa and mummy. I had never never traveled alone even to the railway station let alone travel outside station. And hence I had forced papa to come along with me and stay with me till I settled in. Dear parents as they are, did not object even once rather mummy was happy that her dear little child would not be lost. To be frank they all wanted to come, Dhiraj and mummy but again frankly I didn’t want all of them to come. After endless discussions I was able to convince them that they could always visit me once I was well settled. Maybe after first mid terms.
Anyways while papa and mummy packed for me I was busy calling up close friends : Shounak, Yuvraj, Devender, Neha, Priyanka, Varun and Navneet. Finally the moment came. Holding back tears I left home. Mummy and Dhiraj had come to see us off. Somehow every step seemed significant as if it was carrying me towards my destiny. But every step also seemed difficult. May be it was not what I wanted.
Few minutes left before the train would take me away. What to talk in such moments has always been a mystery. The four of us mostly remained quiet. May be it was just to hold back that lump in the throat that kept on forming again and again . At least I can say that about myself. They wished me best wishes and got down from train. Dhiraj and mummy. The train started moving. I said goodbye. I felt I was leaving something behind.
I was very apprehensive about going to Lucknow. Maybe because I hadn’t really heard much about the place. And of course whatever little I had heard wasn’t very positive. In fact I had even thought many times about not joining L and rather taking up the job which Infy had offered me. But you see after getting five calls and clearing none of my gds and interviews when you get a chance albeit in second list it isn’t really easy to let it go. Of course there is what you call peer and parental pressure. But frankly I wasn’t fully convinced.
Anyways now the train was moving. Delhi was being left behind. As I could see the train was full of people going to join L. Many of them had already met each other and were now chatting at the top of their voices as if they had known each other for ages.
I was feeling cold. Not because of the weather. The weather was absolutely fine as far as feeling cold was concerned. It was mid June!! I was cold with the anxiety of what was to come. I was leaving for IIM Lucknow in about three hours. Away from home. For the first time.
It was difficult. Believe me it was very very difficult. I was like a grown up child. From getting a letter couriered to filling up my CAT forms I needed papa and mummy. I had never never traveled alone even to the railway station let alone travel outside station. And hence I had forced papa to come along with me and stay with me till I settled in. Dear parents as they are, did not object even once rather mummy was happy that her dear little child would not be lost. To be frank they all wanted to come, Dhiraj and mummy but again frankly I didn’t want all of them to come. After endless discussions I was able to convince them that they could always visit me once I was well settled. Maybe after first mid terms.
Anyways while papa and mummy packed for me I was busy calling up close friends : Shounak, Yuvraj, Devender, Neha, Priyanka, Varun and Navneet. Finally the moment came. Holding back tears I left home. Mummy and Dhiraj had come to see us off. Somehow every step seemed significant as if it was carrying me towards my destiny. But every step also seemed difficult. May be it was not what I wanted.
Few minutes left before the train would take me away. What to talk in such moments has always been a mystery. The four of us mostly remained quiet. May be it was just to hold back that lump in the throat that kept on forming again and again . At least I can say that about myself. They wished me best wishes and got down from train. Dhiraj and mummy. The train started moving. I said goodbye. I felt I was leaving something behind.
I was very apprehensive about going to Lucknow. Maybe because I hadn’t really heard much about the place. And of course whatever little I had heard wasn’t very positive. In fact I had even thought many times about not joining L and rather taking up the job which Infy had offered me. But you see after getting five calls and clearing none of my gds and interviews when you get a chance albeit in second list it isn’t really easy to let it go. Of course there is what you call peer and parental pressure. But frankly I wasn’t fully convinced.
Anyways now the train was moving. Delhi was being left behind. As I could see the train was full of people going to join L. Many of them had already met each other and were now chatting at the top of their voices as if they had known each other for ages.
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Ye hai Mumbai ...
"Zindagi sawalon ke jawaab dhoondhne chali
Jawaab mein sawalon ki ek lambi si kadi mili
Sawal hi sawal hai jawaab hai kahin nahin
Sawalon ke jawaab ko main dhoondhta gali gali"
Jawaab mein sawalon ki ek lambi si kadi mili
Sawal hi sawal hai jawaab hai kahin nahin
Sawalon ke jawaab ko main dhoondhta gali gali"
............ Lines taken from a song of 'Khoya Khoya Chand'. No. This blog is not about this movie. It was an utterly crap movies and there are no two opinions about it. What I am remembering today is my visit to Mumbai .. the city of dreams. God forgive, it looked to me like a city where all my dreams could be shattered. Three reasons why I never liked Mumbai.
1. People, People and People - There are just too many people in Mumbai. Wherever you go the places is full of heads and hands. From the most expensive five stars to the road side dhaba, you can never ever have a peaceful meal here.
2. The Cost Factor - Mumbai is simply too expensive to suit my pocket. To be very frank, I am extravagant. And if I want to live a lifestyle that I have enjoyed in these past six months here, I would be saving nothing for the future if I am living in Mumbai.
3. Its cold out there! - No. I am not referring to the climate. But to people living in Mumbai. In their daily struggles with traffic with jobs and with of course destiny poor souls of Mumbai have lost their human touch. You get the feeling of talking to machines when you ask way from a stranger or help from a neighbour. Believe me, the family I visited in Mumbai (my 'near' relatives) lived like strangers in the same house. It had nearly been I guess 6-7 years since the whole family had dinner together!
Maybe I am generalising too much but then thats the impression that I got. Now you must be wondering why did i write that piece of poetry in the beginning? It was just that I was contemplating, I successfully avoided Mumbai in my final placements. But for how long? Till when would luck favour me (keep me in Delhi?). A 'Sawaal' with no 'Jawaab' :-)
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